Well, at least the Crawfish were good.
The trip into Texas was rough. We’d just left paradise, Florida’s Forgotten Coast, and had a great time in New Orleans (minus a little snafu in Alabama). The road through Louisiana’s bayou was fun. We even got to ride a ferry. We passed through the “Cajun Riviera” of Holly Beach, a place destroyed and abandoned in 2005 thanks to Hurricane Rita, and then we were destroyed by Texas.
Man, I really don’t like Texas all that much. I don’t know what it is. But before we bought our second motel room, before we were entirely broken, we had some crawfish. The best thing I can say about Texas so far is that the crawfish were pretty good. Lonestar beer? Meh. Focus on the crawfish, Paul. The crawfish were good at Floyd’s.